Wrongdoer

co-written with Simon Florey

When you told me all the wrong that you’d done,

It was like you’d found a new friend to pour your heart into

Keep a tight lip on the past with your son,

Maybe he won’t grow up to be like you

Maybe not, how could I know?

I’d been wrestling with the hand that had me down

You picked me up and sold me all the depths that you’d been to

I didn’t know what to do with what I found

After two long days of taking turns at the wheel and at the truth

At coming up and getting low

Could never be sure we were done or had years to go

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We share I the spirit of a wrongdoer

that look of “I know I could, but I won’t”

And I never felt close to you

I wish I did now, but I don’t

Driving all night on the stories we’d told

Suicide didn’t ever cross that road

Growing up is getting old

And If you leave you leave us all with a heavy load

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We share in the spirit of a wrongdoer

That hour when your angel’d come, you gonna turn him down?

He was holding onto you

Would you take it back if you could look at me now?

Look at me now